"So they demand two thousand dollars!"
"Yes! Just because of some bally rot about who may and who may not work for a living on the docks at Frisco."
"What are you going to do about it?"
"I'm going to make a swimming delegate out of the next walking emissary that boards me. Two thousand dollars!" He hid half a slice of toast behind his mustache and stirred his tea violently.
"It's Marsh again," said Big George.
"I dare say," Emerson answered. "It's a hold-up pure and simple. However, if ships can be unloaded with non-union labor they can be loaded in the same manner, and Captain Peasley talks like a man who would like to have the argument out. I want you to stay here and watch our freight while I see the head of the union."
CHAPTER XVII
A NEW ENEMY APPEARS
When Boyd returned some two hours later he found the dock deserted save for Big George, who prowled watchfully about the freight piles.
"Well, did you fix it up?" the fisherman inquired.